" "I will go, if you will consent to meet me at midnight near the old house in Wych Street," replied Jack. This is a case either of suicide or murder. There wasn’t, I know, between myself and my father. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. It was just such a bedroom as she would have chosen for herself. . The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. "Your business, Sir?" returned the other, stiffly.
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